THERE'S NOTHING TO IT Tom, Dick and Harry

BY IRIS CONLAY
I DOUBT if there ever was a sillier
film than Tont. Dick and Harry. But it has an endearing kind of silliness that makes the critical faculties indulgent towards its futilities.
The irresistible Ginger , Rogers, a liltingvoiced telephone operator, has three marriage oilers in a week. She accepts each one of them in turn as they come, like accepting a proffered piece of cake, and goes home to dream of her arming life—first with Tom, then with Harry, and lastly with Dick.
Her dreams (in cartoon) are better than her realities. With Tom, the successful motor ear salesman, she has a fantastic little artycrafty cottage and Tom pops in and out of the kitchen every minute with news of his promotion. . . . With Harry, the mechanic, the same cottage has gone a little weak in the foundations, and Harry pops in and out with invitations to go fishing as he's lost another job. . . . With Dick, millionaire playboy, she is so dazzling that everyone must wear sunglasses to look at her at all, From the start there is little doubt to which star Miss Rogers will finally hitch her wagon. Only Harry's kisses make her hear the peal of distant bells, so who else has a chance against such a phenomenon?
" Every ,day she gets mare and more adolescent,comments Ginger's kid sister after one proposal has been announced. . . . Film audiences might take the sentiment to their hearts.